come round in the morning and i’ll make you coffee. give me a space to lay and i’ll sleep, on my own or entwined. offer me an inch and i’ll take a mile, because you need all you can get when you’ve been starved for so long. i’m sorry. i should’ve kept my mouth shut, but sometimes it’s too hard to not drive a wedge between the stars and the moon. tell me, how long have we been here, my hand on your belt, your hand on my neck? i should’ve made a creature to love and say it back. but i needed something to base it on (you). now i’m trapped and every day is raw and weeping.